Hooked By Emily Mcintire Novels & Stories

“Fly or hunt.” My breath caught in my throat. I wiped the last tear away myself. And chose. “Hunt.” _______ Emily's POV It should have worked… It should have worked, right? I was pacing so hard the carpet had started to fray beneath my heels. The room smelled like spilt wine and panic. I dialed the burner again. No answer. Again. Still nothing. “Pick up…pick up… PICK UP!” I threw the phone against the wall. It bounced off and clattered to the floor, battery sliding out across the tiles.

"Not a chance, Ivy. We're almost there." The car halted before a breathtaking vista. Ivy's jaw dropped as she stepped out. ........................................... Emily pours herself a glass of Whiskey, her mind foggy. She was dealing with a very complicated case and it was draining the life out of her. She gulps down the whiskey, burying her head back in the documents she had been reading for hours now. A knock on the door interrupted her concentration and the door suddenly swung open before she could say anything. Wilson walked in with her secretary right behind him.

Emily gazed around the unhappy surroundings, her eyes resting on her son, who sat beside her on the bench, completely engrossed in playing with the Spiderman figurines Robert had given him. A bittersweet smile tugged at her lips as she watched him, so oblivious to the darkness that had fallen upon their pack. Reaching into her pocket, she withdrew the phone and wanted poster she'd borrowed from the daycare. Emily’s own face stared back at her, a stupid reminder that she was now a wanted criminal in her pack. Fingers trembling slightly, she dialed the Packhouse landline number printed at the bottom, her heart pounding against her ribs like a hammer as the line rang. On the second ring, a fami

I said, and then moved closer to her. After closing up the space between us, I wrapped my hands around her gently, hugging her. She smiled and then she cupped my cheeks. “I am happy you are fine Chloe. You might not believe me but I am so happy you are back.” I smiled and nodded. We walked back to what she was trying to cook and then while I was helping her, I decided to use the opportunity to ask who the criminal was. “Grandma, who is the person? I heard from the doctor that the one who caused Emily’s death had been found. Who is it?” I asked.

one of the officers asked, his tone professional but concerned. “We’re okay,” Rob replied, his arm around me tightening. “But Emily... I think she's dead.” I heard his voice catch in his throat and I turned to look at Emily, lying in a pool of her own blood. A paramedic team moved quickly to Emily’s body, working with grim efficiency. I couldn’t bear to look. The memory of the gunshot, the sight of her lifeless form, was too much. I turned my face into Rob’s shoulder, seeking comfort in his presence.

she put the phone in her pocket. Eric arrived at the mansion in the next 3 minutes "Is everything alright, was there an emergency!" He asked in a panic. "You're taking me to McTavish street" Emily said getting into the back seat and shutting the door. The rest of the ride she remained silent, having an internal battle. Maybe all of this will lead her back to the mistress Charles was keeping....maybe it's something more than that....something deeper.

I whispered, my voice filled with a mix of emotions. Emily's gaze shifted to Adrian, her eyes widening in surprise. "Adrian Sinclair. It's been a while." Adrian's brows furrowed, his curiosity piqued. "Do we know each other?" Emily hesitated, her gaze flitting between us. "Adrian, there's something you need to know. Something that connects us all." As the weight of her words settled upon us, we invited Emily into our home, eager to uncover the truth that had remained hidden for so long. We sat around the dining table, anticipation and unease intermingling in the air.

“It’s a match where either one of you is expected to get hurt. You were in survival mode. You just had to do whatever you needed to do so you could live longer…” Emily sucked in a long, deep breath. “If you didn’t do that, I am afraid to tell you that we might bury you six feet under right now. Scarlett is a harmful shifter. She’s not just an easy-going spoiled daughter of an Alpha. I am telling you that you did the right thing…” Was it really the right thing? Emily thought. She bit her lower lip and turned to the set of alcohols in front of her. Without any hesitation, she finished them all until her head became fuzzy once again.

_ {HOSPITAL} Emily sat on the long bench outside the ICU. She didn't care about her blood-stained clothes and hands. Her eyes were swollen from all the crying. It's been almost an hour, but the doctors aren't out of the ICU yet, meaning Caden wasn't safe yet. "Emily!" She heard Madison called. Emily stood up as Madison rushed towards her, Nathan following behind her. Madison engulfed her in a hug, not minding her blood-stained clothes. “We saw the news” Madison started. "Are you okay?" Madison asked, and fresh tears rushed down Emily's cheeks.

Who—who understood complicated relationships better than anyone. I found him in the integration office reviewing security reports. He looked up when I entered, immediately reading my expression. "Hope. What's wrong? You look—upset. Did something happen with Caden?" "Emily happened. Uncle Cas, she's—she's not accepting the mate bond. She's pursuing Caden anyway. Actively pursuing him. Touching him. Flirting with him. Trying to—to make him question whether the bond is worth following when he could have her instead."